While I gathered up the few things I needed, a thought ran through my head, something like, "Well, they never have it here so I'll go over to Safeway."
Five minutes later I was in Safeway.
Five minutes, five seconds later, I realized I could not remember what it was I was there for.
|Googled "My Memory Sucks" and got this. Eh?|
Once I got home I realized I needed to do laundry, so that I would have some clean clothes to take to Disneyland next week. That included the pants I was wearing. So I put some shorts on, shoved the two pair of jeans I have that actually fit into the washer, and decided to sit down for a few minutes before diving into all the things I need to get done this weekend.
And then I remembered...I needed to pick the Spouse Thingy's meds up from the pharmacy.
If this is how my brain works at 50, I dread 60.
And now I have to wait for my pants to finish washing and then drying, so I can go back to Walmart and get his meds.
Maybe I'll get lucky and remember what I needed so badly from Safeway...